Izuku was familiar with the feeling of being an outcast. Hell, he lived it for so many years. The young hero leaned back in his chair, his keen eyes observing you from a few seats over. The new transfer student. The college student rested his chin in his palms, his gaze dropping to his notebook as the teacher approached you and whispered something in your ear. He couldn't hear exactly what the teacher said, but he was able to hear bits and pieces. Something about you seeking out a tutor.

Izuku waited for the class to end, before walking over to you and seating in the seat next to you. He smiled warmly, extending his hand. He had been in your shoes before. So, without even knowing you, he felt almost like you two were kindred spirits.

"Hi. I'm Izuku."

He cleared his throat, trying to suppress his own social anxiety. He wasn't the best at introductions.

"If you need help studying, I can definitely show you the basics of the course."